Who? Who Was Frail and Weak? Bai Jin Was Frail and Weak?

The few people gossiping behind the door all started backing away when they saw the expressionless Bai Jin walk in, too guilty to meet his eyes.

Bai Jin's gaze was icy, as though he knew they had been hiding there and had deliberately said those things for him to hear.

After being rebuked by Bai Jin, Shen Mo's face darkened. Seeing Bai Jin dare to speak to him in that tone only fueled his anger. He strode after him and, without a second thought, reached out to grab Bai Jin's arm.

The instant Shen Mo's hand closed around Bai Jin's arm, a glint of cold light flashed through Bai Jin's eyes. "You're asking for death!"

As soon as the words fell, Bai Jin spun around, seized Shen Mo's hand in return, and threw him to the ground with a textbook shoulder throw.

Everyone present only heard a bang, and Shen Mo was already flat on his back on the floor.

Dead silence!

A deathly stillness!

Everyone stood frozen in place. No one dared to speak.

None of them had expected Bai Jin, who had always been quiet, unresponsive, and unwilling to fight back even when bullied, to be so skilled.

They had all seen that shoulder throw clearly. Not only had his form been perfect, but his presence had also been downright murderous—something they had never seen from Bai Jin before.

He was violent, fierce, and damnably suited to Bai Jin.

It was as though Bai Jin had been born to be someone so contradictory yet formidable.

Shen Mo lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling above him, completely dazed.

He had not even processed what Bai Jin had just done to him.

The eldest young master of the Shen Family had always gotten whatever he wanted at home and had been spoiled beyond measure. When had anyone ever treated him so roughly?

By the time he finally came to his senses, Bai Jin had already pulled Li Ming away.

Under the awkward, fearful gazes of the others, Shen Mo grimaced and slowly climbed to his feet. With nothing to cushion the impact, his back hurt so badly it felt as though it were being pierced.

Fortunately, when Bai Jin had thrown him down, his head had not struck the floor. Otherwise, given the force with which Bai Jin had hurled him, Shen Mo had no doubt he would have suffered a concussion.

"Bai Jin, stop right there!" Shen Mo roared at Bai Jin's retreating back once he recovered.

But Bai Jin did not pause in the slightest. He even dug at his ear in disgust, as if the noise annoyed him.

As though Shen Mo's furious roar was nothing but a dog barking.

Shen Mo had never been humiliated like this before. The string in his mind called reason snapped. Without thinking, and with no idea where he found the strength, he grabbed a vase displayed in the corridor and charged after Bai Jin.

"Young Master Shen, don't!"

"Young Master Shen, you can't smash that! Someone could die..."

Only when they saw Shen Mo rushing toward Bai Jin with the vase did the others snap out of it and hurry after him to stop him.

Gossiping about someone behind their back was merely flapping their lips.

Besides, they knew everyone usually talked about Bai Jin this way, and he had never reacted before. That was why they had been so fearless.

But if someone attacked without cause at school, the nature of the matter changed.

They might even receive a disciplinary demerit.

Their professors placed great importance on their students' conduct, and it would affect their academic paper evaluations.

Naturally, the commotion behind him did not escape Bai Jin's notice. He turned around coldly, folded his arms, and stood there waiting for Shen Mo to come at him.

The moment Li Ming saw this, his scalp went numb. He anxiously tried to pull Bai Jin aside. "Bai Jin, why are you still standing there like an idiot? Hurry and get out of the way!"

Had Shen Mo gone crazy?

He was going to smash Bai Jin with a vase in front of so many people?

Was he trying to kill someone?

What grudge could possibly warrant this?

Why was he being so ruthless?

However, Shen Mo never got the chance to swing the vase. Someone rushed over and kicked both him and the vase flying.

"Bang—"

"Crash..."

Shen Mo and the vase in his arms hit the floor hard together.

At the same time, Shen Mo let out a heart-wrenching scream. "Aah—"

The vase shattered into pieces upon hitting the ground, and Shen Mo was cut by the shards he had landed on.

He had fallen from such a height and landed on broken porcelain. Just thinking about it hurt.

Everyone: "..."

Sure enough, Fifth Master Lu was a living King of Hell. He was terrifying.

Li Ming stared dumbfoundedly at the suddenly appeared Lu Chengze, his fingers trembling violently.

Not even Shen Mo's miserable wails could bring him back to his senses. He shakily grabbed Bai Jin's sleeve and asked in a tiny voice, "Bai Jin, is that Fifth Master Lu? The Fifth Master Lu from the rumors?"

Bai Jin withdrew his gaze from Lu Chengze's face and looked at Li Ming, whose expression was gradually twisting. "...It's him. What's wrong with you?"

Why did he look like he was about to faint after meeting his idol in person?

"A living Fifth Master Lu! I've met a living Fifth Master Lu!" Li Ming's eyes were now filled entirely with Lu Chengze.

He watched Lu Chengze walk toward Shen Mo step by step, then raise his foot and kick Shen Mo out cold in spectacular fashion.

Then, amid everyone's incredulous stares, Lu Chengze took out his phone and called the dean, Ai Huainan.

Old Ai! The dean of Xu City Medical University!

He was a medical giant specially transferred from the capital!

Ordinarily, students like them could barely even catch a glimpse of him. Yet after just one phone call from Fifth Master Lu, less than twenty minutes later, he arrived in haste with their mentor Zhan Zhou and Professor Wang Hongfeng.

Their heads were drenched in sweat. One look was enough to tell they had rushed over from somewhere.

The laboratory had long since been surrounded by people Lu Chengze had arranged, so twenty minutes later, Shen Mo was still lying on the floor with no one attending to him. Mainly because no one dared to step forward at a time like this.

Fifth Master Lu's presence was simply too overwhelming.

Even if they wanted to intervene, once they considered Fifth Master Lu's immense and towering background, they did not dare make any reckless moves.

For all they knew, in a fit of anger, Fifth Master Lu could make their families collapse overnight.

As for Li Ming, who had nearly jumped on the spot from excitement, he had already flushed bright red and retreated into a corner, making room.

Because Fifth Master Lu's eyes held only Bai Jin, who stood where he was with his arms folded.

Li Ming was very good at reading the room. Seeing how worried Fifth Master Lu was, he hurriedly spoke up for Bai Jin. "Fifth Master, you have to stand up for Bai Jin! Not only did these people gossip about Bai Jin behind his back, they even wanted to smash him to death with a vase. Sob... Our poor Bai Jin, so frail and weak—he was so scared he didn't even know how to dodge."

The group of people Li Ming pointed at: "..."

Who? Who was frail and weak?

Bai Jin was frail and weak?

Who had thrown the tall, powerfully built eldest young master of the Shen Family to the ground with a single shoulder throw?

Who had been so scared he did not know how to dodge?

Bai Jin had been too scared to dodge?

If there was nothing wrong with their eyes, Bai Jin had clearly been calm and composed, standing there with his arms folded and waiting for Young Master Shen to come over and deliver himself to his death, right?

But they did not believe it. Fifth Master Lu did!

After hearing this, Fifth Master Lu's expression turned even uglier. Even the way he looked at the unconscious Shen Mo on the floor changed.

They had no doubt that if Li Ming added even one more exaggerated detail, Shen Mo would immediately become a cadaver instructor delivered to their laboratory.